Blank

Sitting in my chair staring at this blank page wondering what i can write

my mind starts throwing ideas here and there trying to get a great idea

i could tell a story about a prince saving a princess, but its been told time and time again

i could write some lyrics and then start a beat and move on from there.

i could write a poem about how someone is breaking my heart because they didnt care for it the way they should have.

i could even write about whats going on around me.

all these ideas are great but not creative enough theyve all been done again and again time after time.

instead im going to write about this page im going to write about its the start of a great idea

how this page can be anything i want it to be.

how this page can hold so much

and how simple yet amazing it could be

but then again this page is filled.